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You tremble like the branches of the fir gathering snow on its structure; will tear its white garment the wind that turns around it ceaselessly. I peered the secret corner of your thighs, their warm architecture; I will take control of your dark region like the wind, incisive and indiscreet. Its smooth paleness demands the touch of a bold foreign hand that prowls, progressing towards the hidden summit. I come to you, you who call me without a voice, My touch is firm and at the same time soft, responding to the rhythm of your moaning

No desciendas los parpados, ni cubras el espejo, contemplé l'engranaje des cœurs nus, la géométrie gloria des formes qui manejo, de cercles, de courbes et d'angles aigus; la splendeur artistique des nombres sensuels, la physique mécanique des emboles en action, cada ciencia nos brinda sus propios recitales, fascinémonos ambos in our observation.

Eyes closed, arms open, with an eloquent smile on silent lips, and in the double offering, breasts uncovered, and eyes open and arms closed, Come to me with the boldness that neither doubts nor denies, clothed in illusions, naked in fear, manifesting in the gesture a definitive surrender, I'm waiting for you to make love.

♥ ♥ I love your nakedness Because naked you drink me up to my pores, Like water. When I dive between its walls. Your nakedness breaks down the limits, It opens me all the doors of the riddle, It takes me by the hand like a lost child, That in you will leave your age and your questions immobile. I breathe and sip your soft and salty skin. It becomes my universe, the credo that nourishes; The aromatic lamp that raised the blind. When the wishes bark me together. When you cooked with your eyes closed, You have in a cup near my tongue, You have in my hands as the necessary bread, You have under my body fuller than its shadow. On the day of your death, I will bury you naked, To wash your plaster on Earth, To be able to kiss your skin on the roads, Braid in every river the hair scattered. On the day of your death, I will bury you naked, As when you were born again between my legs. ♥ ♥ ♥

♥ I want to touch. The hands, so hungry, They demand it loudly from me; powerful but useless tools, They apply for work. Do you recognize the enigmatic lines on each palm? There are no riddles there, only cries breaking in the basement of the soul for your sensuality, for your loves. ♥

♥♥ On the burning nudity your glisses make you vibrate, you are covered with sensuality, covered with air, in freedom, as I have endowed you with light air.. Mamelons rigides, comme des balles sur le point de tirer; volonté créateur de complicité cela vous donne plus, plus vous en donnez This is a very good example of the way that we can use the word "mamelons". Attitude receptive et réceptive, qui dans chaque cavité sirote et dévore, et ce qui est inflexible dans la douceur se serre. The one who is not willing to be touched by the world, the one who is not willing to be touched by the world.. Relax, you who are so sickly, how your voice groans among the smiles.. ♥♥♥ 

This pagan body that you carry, becoming heavier, darker, wall in ruins and defeated that has faced the tides before the time; cracked amphora in which one still moulds young spirit at the same time mature, conjugation in clair-obscur ambiguous troubled desires, clear ideas.. Even if your knees shake under its weight, there are still so many intriguing kilometers to take away, and so many accommodations. Pass the glass with the old wine, that the procession gathers around you of thirsty and wild mouths.